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04-29-2013, 08:35 PM
 if you don't have a weapon you can't have mine Gently rounded sides are the only indication that the dark mare is pregnant, unless of course, one were to take into consideration the foul temperament the already moody mare displayed. Her first pregnancy had been hard on her body and had weighed heavily on her spirit and her mind. She had not been used to having to be more careful with what she did and who she confronted. The possibility of endangering her unborn child had been a scary realization when she had been attacked on the sands of the Throat by a stallion who was little more than a pathetic trespasser. Now she had put herself in that same situation, only this time she was leading a herd. She was supposed to be a warrior and she had a baby growing in her belly that she had to be careful of lest she kill it before it had a chance to even live. Ktulu's white tail lashed from side to side as she gorged herself on the lush grass the Foothills had to offer. Her appetite had grown immensely and as the days wore on she realized just how much it had. Thoughts drifted from the grass she was grazing on to the sire of the foal she carried. It was still beyond the Chieftess' comprehension that someone as noble and pure as Midas would find any interest in someone as tainted as she. She didn't even understand her own actions or motives behind asking Midas to sire a child with her. What would happen when his affections for her and his interest in her waned after he figured out that she was not the mare he thought her to be? She would be raising another child alone, but she had experience now. Whatever mistakes she made with Hototo she hoped to correct with this one. Whatever it was. Then there was Lakota. Ktulu found herself enjoying the poisoner's presence whenever she was around. There were few and far between that Ktulu enjoyed spending time with. Fewer, still, that made her stomach do that stupid flip-flop butterfly thing that it did on those rare occasions when she and Lakota flirted innocently. Innocent. Right. The black dun lifted her head and snorted, her mood taking a nosedive as she heard her name being called by someone she didn't know. Eytan ran ahead of Ktulu, announcing her presence as he so often did with a swipe at Lakota before playfully tackling the polar bear cub. He rolled then clambered to his feet and took of running, expecting the other cub to chase after him and leave the mares to their peace. Or what would be left of it after Ktulu swept through with the destructive force of a tornado. It was several moments later before Ktulu arrived, her dark form stopping several paces away from Lakota as she stared down the poisoner's sister with a look of anger and disgust. "Deserter." She spat, her ears slanting back against her head and nearly disappearing into her snowy mane. Oh yes, she remembered Lakota's sister well, which is why she hardly spared her poisoner a glance. She cared not for the look she assumed to find on her face at the vehemence her tone held, but she was angry. She had accepted this mare into her ranks at Lakota's request. She trusted her judgement on Hana and had trusted that Hana would live up to her sister's expectations. They both had been shit on by her, she felt. "What the hell could you possibly want now?" Her tail lashed against her swelling sides and she stamped a hind hoof into the dirt as she growled out the words at the other mare. "We took you in once and you shit on us. Why would you think to even come back here? What makes you think we want you back?" Anger rolled off of the black dun in waves. If she were a lesser being she would have lost control of her magic and unleashed it on the unwitting healer. "You have done nothing to help us." It was not too long ago when the Grey had needed another healer to help and Hana was nowhere to be found. She had thought to prove herself an asset to them and had only proved that she was as useless as the piles of crap that Eytan left in the woods.  |
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